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mimimoou · 4 days ago

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Breakin' Dishes II

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Reader

Summary: You get sent to Cal Jacobs' house after your mom finally manages to get a hold of him after years of trying to send you back to your father. "He's shit, but you don't got no other choice kid, get the hell outta here." There you meet your not so shit Dad..? A resentful step-mom. An older step-brother who doesn't give a shit about you. And another step-bro who absolutely hates your guts.

Content Warning: Incest {at first, but becomes stepcest w absolutely no blood relation cuz lore, cuz real incest is a nono. Promise there's sum lore between Cal and your supposed mother.}⌇ Alcohol⌇ Drugs⌇ Smoking⌇ 18+⌇ Bullying⌇ Toxic⌇ Blackmail⌇ Very strong language⌇ Nate⌇

Notes: Don't Like, Don't Read Policy. As said in the warnings, there is incest here, if you're uncomfortable reading or even looking at this, please refrain from interacting. With that said, I hope I can finish this series cuz I'm hella itching to write one like this. Enjoy!

Ep. 1

What surprised you was how peacefully they ate after that. Marsha offered you steak which you reluctantly accepted on your plate. Cal was talking about his newest project to Marsha while Aaron was hunched on his plate.

Then the topic changed to you and school quickly. East Highland High School was where you were going, along with Nate.

You almost had a hard time swallowing the piece of steak in your mouth, recalling his crash out not long ago.

You just can't get it out of your mind. Because how could you? No. How could they act like nothing happened? Assuming this was normal for them and unnecessary, it was such a terrifying experience for you, an uncanny valley.

"Right?" You accidentally drop your fork on your plate, the loud noise making everyone snap their heads to you.

Cal raises his eyebrows, waiting for your answer. "Oh, uh— Sorry, what was that?"

"Cal said you wouldn't mind taking the bus right?" Marsha pauses, her eyes flicking to Aaron then back to you.

"Oh, uhm, yeah. Why not?"

"Well Nate usually uses his car.. but," Marsha clicks her teeth. "Well, you see.."

She pauses, leaving an awkward silence to fill the room. She almost takes too long to find an answer so you decide to interject and get it over with.

"No I'm uh, alright with the bus thank you."

"Oh thank you for understanding, Nate—"

"Nate drives his girlfriend to school and mom doesn't want you near her cuz she thinks you'll rub something bad off of her."

"Aaron!" She hisses. "That is not what I meant. What I wanted was to—"

"Enough. It's dinner," Cal successfully shuts everyone up, you can feel anger simmering underneath. You hear Aaron scoff beside you, quiet, but loud enough for you to hear. "And we're gonna have one like a normal family."

This time Aaron's snort was loud for everyone to hear.

"What're you laughing at, son?"

"Nothing," you can hear him trying to stifle his laugh, he shoves a mouthful and covers his mouth but to no avail, he spits everything out of his mouth and unto the table.

"Fucking— Aaron!" It was Cal's time to slam the table, he stood up, the chair screeching on the ground. "What the fuck do you think your doing?!"

"I-I'm sorry, I—" he doesn't stop laughing, some of his spit landed in your arm which you hurriedly wiped your arm from, you abruptly stood up from your chair to make space between you and Aaron. You swear you're about to actually convulse at the mess on the table.

You wanted earth to swallow you whole, the dinner table was a mess, Cal was shouting at Aaron, Marsha having to physically stop Cal from going near their son.

"Are you out of your mind Aaron?!"

Aaron was pissed, he scoffs and rolls his eyes at his father.

"Really dad? A normal family? Since when have we—"

"Don't you fucking finish that or I swear you are gone from this house."

"Cal! Stop it!" Marsha begs, you can see her eyes glistening, but the tears won't fall. Marsha leans near Cal's ear, whispering something before letting go. Cal huffs and steps back, you see him approach you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry—"

"I'm okay." You say, fiddling with your fingers. You're eyes flicker behind Cal, you see Marsha comforting Aaron who looked like he was about to cry, Marsha wraps her arms around her son's head, pulling him close.

Then your eyes flicker back to Cal, you gave you a worried look. "Really. I am."

He chuckles. "Alright, alright. Didn't need a confirmation though."

You grin. "You should go rest in your room okay?"

"Okay," you nod, but before you could take another step back, Cal pulls you in for a kiss on the forehead, then he lets you go. "Now you. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Cal."

Without wasting a second, you half jog half sprint upstairs and into your bedroom.

Days pass by without a hitch since that night. You woke up early since you didn't wanna be late on the first day of school, especially when you're a newcomer.

The whole week of staying in the Jacobs house consisted of being ignored by Aaron and Nate. Mostly by Nate. Aaron only talks to you only when needed but not so kindly. Marsha is good, small talks and all, and Cal.. well he isn't the asshole your mom told you about, maybe some anger issues but nonetheless good to you.

Aside from that nothing bad happened, except for the fact that you're anxious for school. You're new, no friends, a high schooler, what's the worse that can happen?

You hear the bus honking outside the house, you hurriedly grab your things and sprinted downstairs, plucking a banana from the table and skipping in a hurry for the bus.

When you climbed up, the seats were already filled, save for the ones beside the weirdo looking ones. You gulp, you're standing awkwardly at the center of the bus, feeling like everyone was looking at you, then you heard whispering.

"There's a new girl!?"

"Dibs!"

"Boohoo"

Gosh, was that hard to whisper? If you want to gossip, then gossip better!

Your eyes scan in a panic then it lands on an empty seat, you don't spare a glance at the person beside it, you're just relieved to finally hide from all the stares.

You yelp as the body beside you jerks. She stares at the ceiling with her mouth open, her frizzy hair tickles your face, you scoot a bit to the left.

"Ughhh," she clutches her head, groaning and massaging her neck and shoulders. You know it's rude to stare but you're genuinely worried about her, she either looks like she's about to explode or pull out a machine gun.

"Are you.. alright?" You can't help but ask. For a second you think she didn't hear you because she remained in her position with her elbows on her knees, her hands on her head.

"Hey. Are—"

"Suup. Names Rue," you take her outstretched hand as you mumble your name.

"Nice. You new here?"

"Yeah. I just moved with," you pause. "With my dad."

"Uh-huh. That's nice. How 'bout mom?"

"Well, yeah her too, step-mom,"

"Ohhhh," she pauses as she sits upright. "Sorry— didn't mean to ya know.."

"It's alright, no biggie." You say, a pregnant pause filling the air. After a minute, she speaks up.

"Soo, ya got anyone here?" She sighs into her seat, her arms folding behind her head. "L-like a what?"

"Pfft, a friend duh," She laughs, loud. Is she high or sum?

"Yeah, no. I've never been here before."

"Shit?! You seryose?" Her eyes widen, you can see her blown pupils in 4k. Uh-huh, high.

"Are you high, Rue?" You gasp, but whispering it. "W-what?! No, nooo"

You chuckle. "Liar."

"Hey. No noob is gon' harass me like this," your chuckling turns to laughing, then she laughs with you too.

"Noob, really? O. M. G, you play roblox or sum?"

"The fuck is roblox, bitch,"

"No way you don't play roblox bro," you scoff. "I'm telling you, I ain't know no roblox or high"

"You're funny, Rue,"

She bows, tipping her imaginary hat. "Gracias, mademoiselle."

You grin, then turn your attention outside the window. "So how far is the school? We've been driving for like forever."

"Not that far, 'sides we'd have more time to talk, you're very weird yourself, noob."

"Noob?"

"That's what you are."

"You're def playing roblox,"

"em not!"

"You are," you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. "Who cares, nooblet. I'm like, your only friend here."

"So you're my friend now?" You smile. "Why not? I know your name, you know my name. Fair trade."

"Well, I'm grateful to have a crackhead for a friend."

"Hey! I'm not a crackhead!"

"Uh-huh."

"Nuh-uh."

"You're high. You wouldn't even be talking to me if you're not. You actually look unapproachable from afar."

"But you're beside me."

You stifle a laugh. "Shut up."

"Eyyy, she's laughing. You're laughing. C'mon, laugh at my joke."

"You're the joke,"

"Ouchie! That hit..me..aghhh," she feigns an arrow hitting her chest, you snort and hit her arm.

"Thy highness might think to spare thee."

"And prayeth bid wherefore shouldst i spareth thee?"

"Hoooly shit. You speak Will?"

"Speak will?

"Yeah. Willson Shakespeare."

"Wilson?" You snort. "Yea! Not only does you play roblox, you're also a nerd."

"It's William Shakespeare,"

"Yea, yea, willhim whatever."

#nate jacobs x reader #nate x reader #stepbro nate x reader #stepbro nate #nate jacobs #euphoria x reader #euphoria #dead dove do not eat #tw.incest #cw incest #stepbrother nate jacobs x reader #stepbro!nate jacobs x reader #tw stepcest

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mimimoou · 5 days ago

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Breakin' Dishes

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Reader

"Got yo toothbrush there? Toothpaste?"

"Yes, mom. I double checked it," You groaned, her half drunk ramblings mostly consisted of the reality tv shows, now it focused on you. "Don' forget 'bout your, uh, your—"

"Yeah, mom, I got it," You let out a huff, biting your cheeks, you shouldn't get mad at her, she just wants you to make sure you wouldn't leave anything so the next time she has a guy come over, he wouldn't get turned off by the fact that she has a child, had.

"Now—" she abruptly burps, then picks her beer up. "You behave there like the good girl you are alright?"

"Yes mom, I will," You carry your suitcase down the stairs, which isn't too heavy, considering you don't have much. "The Jacob's are like the— the royal family, so be, I beg you, be on your very best behavior, got it girl?"

"Uh-huh,"

"Let me hear you, kid," she puffs the smoke in your face, to which you frown and cough. "Yes, mom,"

"And don't go havin' that attitude with his wife. Don't know if she's still the same bitch as she was in high school," She grumbles, you roll your eyes, for a mom who wants to get rid of her daughter, she almost sounds like she's worried about you with all the fuss and reminders, and she's said so much words today than she's ever did your whole life.

You wonder if she ever loved you like her child; you used to look at your childhood photos, which was like 2-3 printed photos, you were surprised she even printed them out in the first place, did she ever love you? Like not necessarily you now, but you as a kid, as a toddler, like if her treatment now to you was how she treated small you? Who could do that to a child? I mean, she doesn't like abuse you, or you would've been already sent to another family early on, but like, she's absent, she's there, but not there, you know?

You don't even know how to explain it, like she's there to cater to you as a parent, she's physically present maybe, but mentally no, its like she's a guardian, a bodyguard of some sort, you sometimes even wonder if you even came out of her, you swear she acts more like your aunt than your mom.

Honk! Honk!

"Oh, that's him," She hurriedly fixes herself, grabbing the cologne who knows how long's been there and bathes herself in it, you scrunch your face and cover your nose, then a sneeze tears through you without alarm. "Mom— it smells—"

"Oh shush, come on now, he's waiting" She throws the empty bottle away and shoves you to the door, she pauses behind it to brush her hair with her fingers then slams the door open.

Is she actually trying to make good of herself infront of a married man?

You almost tripped when you finally stepped outside, your mom gripping your arm and dragging you outside the porch, you glance up from your suitcase to a black suv, the passenger window slides down, revealing Cal Jacobs staring straight ahead, not even bothering to glance at you or your mother.

"Cal!" She yells, her voice an octave higher. "Susan." He nods, giving you a tight smile. "Cal, this is her— say hello,"

"H-hello, Mr. Jacobs," you say, gripping your suitcase tighter. "Hi, Y/N, You doing good?"

"Oh, uh, yes, Mr. Jacobs—"

"Call me Cal, sweetheart." He ducks a bit in the car to see you, his left hand still on the wheel. You shift on your feet and bite your cheeks, your face heating up at the pet name, its not that you like it, you're just too embarrassed to do anything, and plus, no one's ever called you that. "I'm doing alright, Cal, thank you."

"So Cal—"

"You wanna get in, sweetheart?" He bashes his eyebrows up and down, patting on the seat beside him. "Oh, uh," You glance at your mom who was lowkey glaring at him, and then to you.

"Mom—"

"Ugh, just go, get out of my face." She rolls her eyes, shoving you towards the car, almost hitting it, then she stomps her way into the house. "Come in, come in,"

You glance at Cal who open the door from the inside, then to your mom behind you who slammed the door, then back to Cal, you hesitated midstep, was it really okay for you to go with a person you just met?

Even if he was your father, you didn't grow up with him, you don't know him, he was your father, not your dad, but then it was too late to back out as you entered the car, Cal immediately takes your luggage and places it on the backseat.

"You ready, sweetheart?" You swear you saw a glimmer in his eyes, not the bad kind, like, a happy one, like hope.

"Yes," You nod, fiddling your fingers on your lap. "Well then, put on your seatbelt. I promise you'll like it in California."

I hope. You thought, he turns the radio up as you glance out the window, leaning your head on the glass, hoping everything would only be good this year.

───〃★

"Hey.." there's a tap on your shoulder, you grumble and swatted it away, then a another tap, then a second, you frown and groan.

"Wake up, we're here, sweetheart," sweetheart? Your eyes pop open as you sprang out your seat, hitting your head on the window in the process, you hiss and cradle the spot.

"Are you alright?" Cal says. He reaches his hands out to you, they settle of either sides of your head, you still but he doesn't seem to notice, only gently massaging the aching spot. "Tss, not that bad, but its definitely red."

"Eugh," You groan, your eyes blinking as you took a hold of your surroundings, Cal lets your face go as he unbuckles his seatbelt, letting you take a look of the neighborhood. It's so... suburban, typical rich family man who has the perfect family, the perfect house, the perfect job, the perfect life.

"Neat huh?"

"Huh?" Your mouth was still forming an o from all the looking around, you were in awe how big the houses were, compared to your house before, the neighborhood makes it look like their dump. "Sorry, I have, uh, teen boys, sometimes I try to adapt their slang, you know."

"Oh, uh, yeah, don't worry. I don't— I'm not familiar with them too,"

"Thank goodness. If I had another kid who speaks those weird slangs they do, I might just have a stroke," he chuckles. You smile, he isn't as bad as your mom makes him out to be, but there's still tons of time for that to change. You wish it won't.

"Hey— It's almost dinner, we should come in or Marsha will be on my ass for being late again,"

"Oh okay," You gulp, to say you were nervous was an understatement, you're terrified, what if they don't like you already, you wouldn't want to interject into their perfect family already, and now you're going to live in their house.

And as if Cal felt your hesitance, he places a hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, they'll love you. Marsha, my wife, have always wanted a daughter,"

That eased your tension a bit, but not all the way. But you're glad he tries. "Thank you, Mr. Jaco— Cal."

"No problem, kid. Now, Let's go, I can already smell dinner." You chuckle. Before you could place your hands on your luggage, he was already there to pluck it out of the backseat and carry it out, then he hurriedly ran over to your side of the car and opened the door, you removed your seatbelt and thanked him as you got out of the car.

Once again as you descend his house, you can't help but gape in awe when the tall building towers over you, your mouth forms an o and you tilt your head up slowly, admiring the house.

"Your house is very nice, Mr— Cal."

"Our house sweetheart, you live here now." You nod meekly. "Alright— welcome to our lovely abode,"

If the house outside was worth gaping for, then the house inside was worth salivating for. You entered the so called foyer you've read from the books, your mom was not lying, they were filthy rich having a foyer, then the stairs have a turn, not just stairs going straight up.

"Marsha, we're here!" You wince as Cal yells beside you, you hear distant footsteps in a hurry, then a female voice shouting for an Aaron to call a Nate.

"Coming now!" You assume that was Mrs. Jacobs, you straighten and ready yourself for her, not a second later, you see her appear behind the arch which you guess leads to the dining and kitchen.

"Welcome, welcome," She welcomes you with a warm smile and a warmer hug too, she still must be cooking, you see Cal by your peripheral smiling, you grin from ear to ear and hug Mrs. Jacobs back, she quickly departs from you and kisses Cal, then turns back to you. "And you must be Y/N. Oh, you are so beautiful. Looking just like your father,"

You chuckle, almost awkwardly. Really? People say you didn't look like your mom at all, so maybe you really do look like him. There was a pregnant pause for a moment, then someone clears their throat, you glance up to where the voice came from and was met by a guy on top of the foyer, he had a beard that was trimmed, and was wearing white wife beaters, you gave him a small smile and a wave, but you swear he rolled his eyes before ignoring you completely

"Aaron! Wear your polo! Don't go around wearing that for Chrisakes," Marsha scolds, she exhales and shoos Aaron away.

"Sorry, that's Aaron, my eldest, don't mind him, he doesn't like anyone disturbing him in his room."

"Aaron," You mumble, giving his name a try. "Yeah. Oh, you must be starving! Come, I'll show you your room then we'll eat dinner."

You thank Cal and took your suitcase from him, following behind Mrs. Jacobs who was climbing up the stairs already. Your fingers trail the rails carefully, as you ascend the stairs slowly, you see a wall full of pictures, and right at the center is the big family picture, you see Cal between everyone, Mrs. Jacobs behind them, and his three sons surrounding him.

"Coming?" You snap out of your thoughts and rush behind Mrs. Jacobs, the second floor was big, and a lot of rooms, you follow Marsha as she leads you down the hallway, you pass by a lot of doors before finally stopping in front of one, it was at the end of the hallway, then you notice the room beside you with its doors slightly ajar, it was dark inside, obviously not Aaron's since his mom told him to change, you tilt your head to see if anyone was inside but Mrs. Jacobs beats you to it.

"Okay! Here's you bedroom, it's, well was our guestroom, but we figured you'd rather have this than the other one which was small."

"Thank you, Mrs. Jacobs," You say, "Oh God, call me Marsha. Mrs makes me sound so old,"

"Sorry, uh, Marsha,"

"That's better. Well—" She clasps her hands together. "I'll leave you to it then! I'll call you three when I'm done, which isn't that long. See you!"

"S-see you," You stutter as she dashes behind you. You hear her footsteps descending the stairs and finally off. You let out a sigh of relief, massaging the space between your neck and shoulder, your eyes caught sight of the ajar door again. You're certainly not a snoop, but you can smell something funky inside the room, anymore of it you're sure it would stink up the whole floor.

God, this is gonna be the first, and last, you're gonna be some nosey parker. You cover your nose and mouth as you approach the door, quietly placing your suitcase on the ground. By the time your at the door, the stench smells even worse, you stop the cough that was marinating in your throat, pushing it down your stomach.

Shakingly, your trembling fingers reach for the door, about to push against it gently, the door suddenly flies open, your fingers that was hanging by the air when the door opened was met by a body, the tips of your fingers touching his stomach.

Fuuc..k

"What the fuck are you doing?" the voice above you says. Out of all positions to be caught at, he really had to see you crouching your back like Gollum, you fingers still mid air near his stomach.

You clear your throat, and straightening your back hurriedly "S-sorry, I—"

Your breath quickens, what are you even supposed to say at this point?

Sorry I snooped in your room accidentally because I smelled something funky in your room which was probably weed.

"I-I'm—"

"I know who you are. Get out of here," You flinch as he slams the door in your face, almost hitting your nose, you clutch your face closely and huff in annoyance.

"Rude.." you mumble, walking back to your suitcase. You twist the doorknob into your room, hauling your suitcase in and drop it beside you as you gape yet again at the size of the room, it's almost as big as your house with your mom, the bathroom door was slightly ajar, giving you a preview of the white pristine bathroom. You took tentative steps towards the center of the room, admiring how beautifully designed it was.

There were strings of lights surrounding the room, the bed was at the center, to the right was a bedside table and near it was the closet. To the left was your desk, then shelves around it, filled with fiction and non-fiction by the looks of it, you trace the desk's chair gently before sitting down, your fingers trail the smooth desk until the pc's keyboard, behind it was an array of school supplies, not that you didn't bring any, but they were all bundled up into a ribbon.

"Wow.. just— wow," you whisper under your breath. You stood up from the desk and slowly approached the bed, feeling the soft bedding under your hands, you run your hands through the soft sheets, savoring the feel. You bite your cheeks as you hopped off the bed on the other side, landing in front of the closet, you gently open the doors to reveal a reach-in closet.

Gosh, they're filthy rich.

You scoff and grab your suitcase, you don't even know if it can fill a single rack, how much more a closet with depth. You worked your way into your clothes in a slight hurry or you'd be caught dead with your panties in your hands. And without breaking a sweat, you finally unpacked, next thing to tour is the bathroom, you hoped it's as rich as the closet.

It is.

It only didn't have a shower, but also a bathtub, separately, then a sink at the center of a wide counter, there's a rack standing up to 3 floors to your right of the sink near the wall filled with napkins, tampons, a toothbrush and a toothpaste, deodorants with an s, towel, two robes with the J initials on it.

Then near the toilet there's a white circle with a small circular door, you frown and draw closer in front of it, crouching as you study the contraption.

"What the hell..?" You murmur, letting your hand maneuver the cover, which seems to open, it slides upward and reveals a.. hole?

"Ah! What the fuck!" You scream as it turns on like a vacuum, you can almost see the air getting sucked into it.

OH wait.

Oh, it's those laundry vacuum chutes.

Idiot.

"This is so futuristic sci-fi," You chuckle, huffing and slapping your knees before standing back up.

"Stupid.." you mumble.

"Dinner!" You hear Marsha yell.

You whip your head to the door, then to your phone.

6:00 pm

That fast?!

You heave a long sigh, fixing yourself before leaving the bathroom, and the room all together. When you walked out of the room, your immediately met by the two boys already descending the stairs, you jog before the stoop, quickly heading down, you catch up on the two before they enter the room which you assume is the dining area, you were greeted by the back of Cal's head with Marsha setting down a pie filled with something green inside.

"Oh, kids! Come, sit down!" Marsha says, ushing her two sons to sit down without sparing you a glance. Cal who had his eyes on you the whole time gave you a smile and pulled out the chair beside him, you feel their stares in the back of your head, you turn your head to Marsha who was already giving you a warm smile, you flash her one back.

Aaron, who was beside you, went instantly straight for the food.

Well, he's for sure hungry.

You flinch at the slam of the table beside you. You turn to Cal who had his hands on the table, almost trying to stop himself from saying something.

"Shouldn't we pray?" You internally wince at the sudden change of his behavior.

"..Y-yes, I'm— Yes, Dad." Aaron says. You catch the crack in his voice, small, but unmistakable.

"Okay! Let's say grace." Marsha cracks the hard ice, clasping her hands together before sitting down and holding Cal's hand and the hand of the guy you had an altercation with earlier, your eyes follow hers as she holds his, then you accidentally catch his eyes looking at you, or more like glaring. Cal went ahead and held yours, you reach your hand out to Aaron who still had food in his mouth, you gave him a small smile but he ignores it, and also your hand, then Cal clears his throat, you catch it as a background noise but Aaron's hand was instantly on yours.

"Bless us oh Lord.." Marsha's voice fades in at the back of your head, not because you didn't care to listen, but because you were focused on trying to focus on the prayer because there was the certain guy at the other end of the table who was no doubt glaring at you, he didn't even try to hide it!

You swallow the big lump of saliva gathering in your mouth, it was almost as hard as trying to swallow a rock. Your eyes are everywhere and nowhere, not staying at the same thing or it would find its way back to him.

"Through Christ our Lord. Amen"

"Amen."

"Amen,"

"Amen." You say, nodding and fiddling with your fingers underneath the table. "Y/N, Don't you wanna eat?"

You almost stutter out as Cal gestures to the food, you do want to, your absolutely hungry you could eat a whole cat, but no one was moving in their seats to reach for the food. They were all looking at you, especially him.

Were they waiting for you..?

"Go on," Cal urges you, you didn't want let them wait any longer so you dug in straight for the fried chicken and pesto pasta. "You like pesto pasta too?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. My mo— W-we used to eat this at the stall near our house."

"You mean camper van." You frown and looked to see who it was when you catch his eyes, again.

"Nate!" Cal yelled, slamming his hand on the table once again.

"What? How can you call it a house when it isn't even half a house it should be?"

"Nate, I swear to God,"

"Or you'll what, huh? Beat me? Throw me out?! Go the fuck on, Dad!" Nate slams the table as he stand up, the chair scraping the floor loudly. "Since you fuckin' decided to open your fuckin' house for your fuckin' bastards to fuckin' live here like it's you're fuckin' job or something!"

"Don't talk to your father like that—"

"No! You bring this whore in our house and expect me to act like everything fucking is fine?! Everything is normal?! You brought a fucking child from your whore and expect us to fucking behave and welcome her and whatever the fuck you said like she's royalty or something!" Nate pauses. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"So what we're just your experiments then?! That you can go and fuck up and when its fucking time for you to think you've done fucking enough, you fucking bring home a stray and decide to do a whole fucking 360 change and be a good fucking dad?! What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. With. Your. Life!?" He slams the table as he says it, the plates tremble and almost break at the impact.

"Nate Jacobs go to your fucking room right this fucking instant!" Cal yells. Nate's jaw flexes, his fists clenching until his knuckles almost turn white, his staring contest with his dad lasts about a few seconds before he flips his plate and it lands breaking on the floor. But before he could exit the room, Cal slams his hand on Nate's arm, gripping it like there was no tomorrow, then he whispers something inaudible and shoves Nate out the room.

Ep. 2

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